It Is Inevitable

The hummingbirds are regular visitors to the feeders these days and the goldfinch are raiding the seeds from the fading zinnias.  I saw a dozen geese in the finger of the creek just yesterday.  Rains are now coming with greater regularity.  It appears that voluptuous lady with the hot wet kisses and the heavy fragrant perfume will soon be packing her silk butterflies and gossamer webs into that old trunk.  She will be heading on down the highway once again as she does every time this year.  Just when you feel she has overstayed her welcome and you are tired of sweating all the time, you get that impulse to want to hold on tight to her chubby hands with the well-polished nails for just another week or so.